lying cross

Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.

Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1

maad man ❖ chanyeol

@lazylarni requested: I am in love with ‘Teenage Fever’, it’s honestly my favourite thing! Thank you so much. So, I was wondering if you could write an age gap, fluff/smut fic- with Chanyeol being a music teacher, having a one to one lesson, teaching the reader how to play piano- getting touchy & so on. Can either be a oneshot or an ongoing thing. Whatever is easier for you guys. Thank you once again, I love you writings so so so much!💚💚

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2571 words | smut, masturbation, age gap | velvet

✎ Mr. Park has always been a very nice music teacher because he always knew you were a great student, but when he start to see the way you’re turning, he has to bring you back into the right lane and remind you that good girls go far, bad girls die soon.


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HEARTLESS [JAMES POTTER]

request: “hii! i really adored your sirius oneshot and i was wondering if you could write a james one with prompts 21, 33, 66 and 72. maybe like angst and fluff? if not, that’s ok. thank you! x” — by anon

a/n: first james potter imagine, yey!! hope you like this, anon 💝

21. “Scratch that, I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.”
33. “You’re lying. Again.”
66. “You’re heartless.”
72. “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.”

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     It didn’t take an absolute genius to know that James Potter was completely head over heels over Y/N Y/L/N. He practically worshiped the ground she was walking on, he tried so hard to be where she was, he wanted her attention so bad, and he seemed to think that she was the only girl that he’ll ever want and love.

      But like most cruel beings, Y/N didn’t care. She claimed that she didn’t need to be with someone just to know her worth — she just needed to study hard, do the right thing, and after she graduates from Hogwarts, everything will naturally flow out. And because of her way of thinking, she rarely got any friends nor admirers.

     Of course, except for Prongs.

     "If you don’t stop staring at her, she’ll melt.“ chuckled Sirius as he pretends to read a book for the sake of doing something in the library. "You know, I didn’t accompany you in this place just to watch you stare at Y/N. I thought you were finally gaining the balls to ask her out? Godric Gryffindor is going to be disappointed and rise from the dead when he hears that a student like you was sorted into his house.”

    James rolled his eyes. “Ha, think you’re so clever for that witty and funny comment, Padfoot?” he smiled sarcastically.

     Sirius whacked the book he was holding hardly on the back of James’ head. “Just go already!”

     "Alright, alright!“ said James, standing up and getting a hiss from Madam Pince because of the noise they were creating.

     He gulped and started to stride towards Y/N’s table, where she was scribbling on a piece of parchment, the expression shown on her features told him that she was already tired with what she was doing, a rather loud sign soon escaping her lips. James sat down on the chair opposing to her, making Y/N stop abruptly and glance up to see him.

     "Potter.” acknowledged Y/N with a glare.

      “Y/L/N.” copied James.

      She raised an eyebrow. “If you’ve come here to waste my time then I’m going to tell you right now that I do not appreciate it. So, can you just go along?” Y/N turned her attention back to her Potions essay.

      “Damn, you’re heartless.” whispered James to himself.

      “Pardon? Did you say something?” she suddenly snapped her stern eyes towards him, making him squirm on his chair.

      James coughed, “I said, you’re heartless.”

      Y/N didn’t say anything but she continued to stare him down, her lips twitching while she tapped her quill on the table. Clenching her teeth, she brought her eyes down to the essay once again and spoke, “Well, at least you got something right.”

      He opened his mouth immediately to answer. “I just called you heartless, and you’re okay with that?”

      “Bother someone else, Potter.” she sang, her hand producing elegant writing on the same parchment.

      “Okay, you know what?” said James, losing his temper as he slams his fist on the wooden table. “Scratch that, I’m just going to be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.

      Madam Pince suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clearly annoyed and had lost her temper as well. “Mister Potter! Out! OUT!” she shouted, literally kicking him out of his chair.

      James unwillingly followed the woman’s orders, Sirius leaving the library as well.

      Meanwhile, Y/N didn’t seem to care about what he just said because when he sneaked a look at her before Sirius and him officially left, she was still concentrating hard on her assignment — as if someone didn’t just confess their love for her.


      For the past week, James had been trying to talk to her again. Sirius, Remus, and even Peter (who rarely disagreed with him), was telling him that he shouldn’t bother if it was pretty obvious that Y/N wasn’t interested nor wanted to do anything with him.

       Just in cue, Prongs stopped leaning on the wall once the students from the Arithmancy class began to get out of the classroom, Y/N was one of them and when James saw her, he immediately and quite literally, jumped in front of her to block the pathway. A few students giggled and snickered, knowing exactly what was his purpose on doing it.

      Y/N didn’t look pleased. In fact, she was surprised that she almost smacked her face on his chest if it weren’t for his firm hold on her wrist. James didn’t know if his eyes were deceiving him or not but upon making contact, he swore her face began to get pink.

      She abruptly pulled away. “What do you want this time?” snarled Y/N, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

      “You’re blushing.” smirked James.

      She widened her eyes. “Do you always just say things without really thinking about it? I’m not blushing.”

      James crossed his arms, stepping closer only for her to back away. “You’re lying. Again.

      “I’m not lying.” Y/N too crossed her arms. “And what do you mean by again? When have I ever lied to you?”

       His expression changed from cocky to serious in an instant. “When you agreed that you were heartless.”

      “You were the one who claimed I was heartless in the first place. You weren’t wrong.” Y/N’s lips twitched like last time, though she now averted her gaze to somewhere else so that their eyes wouldn’t meet.

      James sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I only said that to get a reaction. In case you didn’t know, you wouldn’t really talk to me unless I annoy you or something.”

     "Well, that’s just stupid.“ claimed Y/N bitterly. "I suppose you told me you loved me for the sake of getting a reaction too then?”

      He was surprised by her statement. Prongs didn’t reckon that she had the chance to hear it because she never questioned it nor confronted him about him like any other girl would. He was also shocked by the fact that she managed to remember and even bring it up.

      “No,” said James immediately. “I-I meant what I said on that part.”

      Y/N flickered her eyes back to his. “No, you didn’t. You barely even know me much less be sure that you can feel such way.”

      Though her heart was already thumping very hard inside her rib cage.

      “Well, I guess I’m just an idiot, am I?” chuckled James without humor. “Maybe I exaggerated on that one but I’m certainly sure that I like you very much. Would you —” he stopped all of the sudden when he realized what he was doing.

      “Would I what?”

      He gulped. “Er — I was wondering if you know, for the next Hogsmeade visit, would you like to go with me?”

      James was sure that she was going to reject him so he didn’t even know why he got on with it. He mentally wanted to bang his head on the wall in case his assumption was right.

      “I’ll think about it.” answered Y/N after a good five seconds.

      His jaw dropped. “W-What? Is that a yes or a no?”

      “Neither. I need to look through my schedule first before agreeing.” she casually answered.

      “Just like that? Asking you was that easy?” he exclaimed.

      Y/N snorted. “Keep talking like that and my answer will turn to no.”

      “I’m just joking with you, jeez.” James said quickly. “Think about it, alright?”

      “I will.” She rolled her eyes. “Now, can I go?”

      Prongs got out of her way and did a mocking bow. Y/N completely ignoring his behavior, walking forward without turning back — that is until James got the courage to shout out the words he was so hesitant to say just a while ago.

      “I love you!”

      Y/N stopped walking momentarily, turning around to raise and eyebrow at him.

      “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.” yelled James while laughing, his eyes bright.

      “Keep wishing, Potter!” yelled Y/N in response.

      She then continued to do what she has been doing but unknown to James, a smile was slowly creeping on her features because of him.

Too Strange

Fandom: Marvel (Dr Strange)

Summary: Based on “Imagine being a rival surgeon to Dr. Strange” by @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms

Word count: 1,970

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“Hi, Doc,” you greeted the tall man in the corridor, moving past him. He cut his conversation off in the middle, running to you in hurry.

“It’s rather unusual seeing you in such a good mood so early in the morning,” Dr Strange caught up with you, ranting quickly, just like he did whenever he needed something.

“How can I not be happy knowing that you’re ending your shift in like… five minutes?”

“Four and a half, actually. And there comes this little, tiny question that I just happen to have for you… Would you like to change shifts with me, for like a… week?” he smiled slyly, opening the door for you.

You stopped in front of him, moving to him so closely that you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks.

“Nope,” you popped that out with a wide, bright smile that could light up the whole room if it wasn’t meant just to disrupt the man’s plans. You continued on your way to the dressing room.

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[Saeran’s Birthday Fic] In the Hours of Twilight

A/N: Screw the title and let’s get on with the fic~


He was born in the twilight, in between day and night. He was born in a void, neither part of the light nor part of the darkness. He was born when the sun was withdrawing its rays from his little face, when the stars and the moon had yet to awaken.

He was born.

And then, nothing.

The day of his birth wasn’t a happy one. Far from it, in fact. His mother had already expelled the first child. He was the second burden, and she was already running out of energy. 

He was the second one. The extra, unnecessary child. The boy who would never measure up to the likes of his braver, stronger, smarter, brother.

Looking back now, he supposes his mother never did have a good reason to celebrate his birthday. At least Saeyoung proved himself useful enough to carry out errands for her on a daily basis once he could walk and talk well enough. He, on the other hand… Well, he can’t think of a good reason for himself.

The lonesome man breathes out a sigh as he lays back on the soft bed of grass beneath him, his hands crossed behind his head. His eyes sweep across the deep blue sky, and narrows in on the gradient of colors morphing into the thin line of yellow and orange light outlining the horizon in the far distance. There’s a mist in the air that he can almost taste on his tongue, one that hangs over the quiet, sleeping city like a thin blanket.

It smells pleasant here, the sweet remnants of dew on the grass in this small meadow permeating his senses. It’s quiet, too. The world is asleep, and time is almost still. The only movement he can sense is the gentle rustling of grass blades against each other in the soft whisper of the wind.

It’s twilight.

He supposes he kind of likes it. The loneliness, the silence, the dim rays of twilight in his hair, this space where no one exists except for him. It’s what he wished for at some point, every year on this day, at this time:  for this world to die, to burn and to vanish, until he’s the only being left, traversing the earth alone as he had done ever since the day Saeyoung left.

The thought of his older twin causes annoyance to prick at him once more, and his eyebrows turn downwards into a small frown. Just last night he overheard Saeyoung and MC’s plans for a surprise birthday party for him… which is why he snuck out to come here in the first place.

For a former secret agent and someone who managed to infiltrate Mint Eye with said agent, they are absolutely terrible at being discreet.

He hates birthdays. That’s what he concluded a long time ago. He just doesn’t understand the appeal of birthdays. Can’t grasp the concept of celebrating them either. Getting born into a shitty world like this should be something to bemoan, not rejoice in.

But, he supposes he’s just part of the minority whose birth wasn’t a happy one. Nor has any birthday been particularly eventful for him. Not in a good way, at least.

And it’s for that exact reason that Saeyoung and MC are both intent on making this year’s celebration a good one for him. To “create memories”, as they had so enthusiastically phrased it in their room, not realizing that he had happened to be passing by outside and could hear their every word.

He’s just as intent on skipping out on it, though. The RFA members and MC can celebrate for Saeyoung if they’d like. He doesn’t want any part of it.

It’s not like he hates them or anything. It’s just that… well, he doesn’t really know why himself.

Perhaps it’s just that he’s gotten used to it. Gotten used to being alone on his birthday every year, gotten used to wishing for nothing more than to be alone like this in peace and quiet, gotten used to treating this date on his calendar as nothing more than another cruel twenty-four hours of existence.

He hates birthdays, he concludes to himself. Still does. And he’s not sure that’s going to change any time soon.


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It’s funny that your starter squad in Inquisition has no one from Ferelden. Which means Mordred Surana most definitely did make up some wild claims as a companion.

[after party barely survived a bear]

Mordred: *sobbing* “Thank Andraste. We’ve finally won the right to dinner.”

Varric: “You barbarians eat bear for dinner?”

Mordred: “Whaddaya mean? We ONLY eat bears for dinner. For the whole summer. If a family can’t kill a bear to feed themselves they fucking starve. ’s tradition. Also to keep the bear population to a manageable size.”

Varric: “Right. You’re shitting me.” *nervous laughter*

Mordred: =T

Varric: *D I S C O M F O R T*

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Glamour gets ya going

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[image desc 5 photos of me in a romper and pink feather robe (1) me lying with my legs crossed and looking sown (2) me in my wheelchair posing (3) me in bed pushing up on my hands (4) me in my wheelchair leaning forward (5) me in bed looking over my shoulder]

Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 8

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 8

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You find yourself in a confrontation after Negan brings you back to Alexandria.

Warnings: NSFW

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Yay, back with a DDHTK update! Can’t thank you guys enough for the endless support!!! Hope this update’s good enough to make it up for my absence lol. Any ideas what’ll happen next? Would love to hear your thoughts!!!

Also, if I missed tagging anyone please please let me know via ask so I can immediately add you. :)

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Negan’s face fell for a brief second upon hearing yet another rejection from you. If it wasn’t for the smirk that tugged at his lips, you would’ve thought that he was genuinely disappointed with your decision. He chuckled and buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent before lifting his head back up to gaze down at you.

“I fucking knew it.” He said and shook his head before laying down on his back beside you.

“You are somethin’ else, y'know that? So fucking stubborn.“ He added with a slight laughter.

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